one thing I’m grateful to my mom for is telling me from a very young age that if a man ever says he’ll kill me if I don’t do what he says, that I should fight and die. that it would be better to die than to be brought to a second location, it would be better to die instantly than live a little longer after god knows how much violation. i know that other people’s moms gave different advice, to be quiet so you can live and get away. little girls all got some kind of advice on what to do, though, huh? like… WHEN a man wants to hurt you. it’s surreal to think about how this shadow affects the landscape of girlhood
art academia
Mahmoud Darwish, from Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems; “The Hoopoe,”
When Donna Tartt said Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not, and M. L. Rio said How tremendous the agony of unmade decisions.
Parco Durazzo Pallavincini, built between 1840-1846 in Pegli, a town to the west of Genoa, Italy.
—Zara Ventris
“What cannot be said will be wept.“
― Sappho
//the only bitterness you need today is the delicious bitter taste of red wine and dark chocolate//
‘you okay?’ nah dude i want to be mysterious and enigmatic but instead i'm weird and grotesque and i never shut up.
Karyl McBride, Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
~The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde